yikes so I've come to the realization that i accidentally reblogged some stuff from my main to this blog because tumblr changed the default reblog blog on me without me knowing so... rip. anyways now that I'm here, just wanna tell you guys (if anyone is reading this 😅) that i miss y'all and i think about coming back all the times. it's just hard for me because my brain has moved on from tenet and refused to come back. so, yeah... just wanna let you guys know, if anyone is wondering still (nearly two years later 🙈). I'll keep this blog up as an archive for all my contribution to the fandom, if anyone still wanna come back and read them.
have a good one, y'all ❤️
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SEVEN STEPS TO FALLING IN LOVE // l.s.
step 1. you don’t quite remember how it feels to feel but theres an echo in your chest that you think might be curiosity. or maybe its just heartburn.
step 2. theres something different about the way that he moves, like the earth is a chessboard and every step is a potential loss, another way to be taken from the game.
step 3. you promise protection because it is all you can offer. what else could he want? your fingers were only made to hurt and tear and bruise. you hold violence the same way others hold hands.
step 4. the first time you see him without medication twisting your brain you think ‘this could be a problem.’ you try to ignore that it already is, that is has been for a while now.
step 5. he vanishes into the night and with him he takes your ability to breathe, leaving a gap in the universe, a vacuum sucking the air from your lungs and for the first time in forever you feel fear.
step 6. every bruise on his body is another reason to walk away but you passed the point where you could leave long ago. now your hands try to learn how to hold and to stroke, how to soothe burns and bruises. They re-learn how to be hands instead of just another weapon to wield against life.
step 7. you told yourself that love was a lie because there was no other way to survive your demons. you put everything you had left behind a door made of sulphur and steel, but this boy, who saw more than the monster they created, who would fight the sun if you’d let him, opened your heart by knocking instead of forcing the lock.
(and so you gave him a key)
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What should one do when they miss a friend
My first instinct is always to turn to literature. Here are some quotations from writers missing their friends...
“I thought of you, suddenly, I had words that I wished to speak to you across the void.”
Anne Sexton, from ‘A Self-Portrait in Letters’: W. D. Snodgrass, 27th June 1960
“I know I’ll always think of you [with] something like hurt and nostalgia […]”
Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath: Volume I: 1940-1956; letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman, dated 15th-16th March 1951
“I miss you. You continue to make a difference.”
Susan Sontag, Where the Stress Falls; from ‘Letter to Borges’
“I have thought of you so frequently […] that I imagine, I guess, that by some mystical intuition you may well be aware of this.”
Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume II: 1956–1963; from a letter to Dorothea Krook, 25th September 1958
“I’m afraid I miss you terribly. I try not to be Miss Nostalgia all the time, but I am.”
Janet Frame, from ‘Jay to Bee: Janet Frame’s Letters to William Theophilus Brown
“— my soul sends your soul a pinch…”
Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters; to W. D. Snodgrass, 9th June 1959
“Every so often I have a vague acute feeling of missing something or someone, and it’s you.”
Robert Lowell, from a letter to Elizabeth Bishop
“and the aura of you remains, remains, remains…”
Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters; to W. D. Snodgrass, 11th January 1959
“drop me a line, I miss your handwriting.”
Marina Tsvetaeva, written for Rainer Maria Rilke after his death.
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